Written by a dear friend of mine who I'll let remain anonymous. But I couldn't have said it better myself.

Tell her she's beautiful , and make her believe You , is those days when she will love You bestWhen she doesn't see herself beautiful , make her see herself thru Your eyesWhen you see her start cryingJust hold her and don't say a word , this one is the most important of all i thinkWhen you see her walking awaygrab her and don't let go, tickle her , kiss her and make her feel lovedWhen she's scaredProtect her , " littles " have fears , especially when she feels her world as a " little " is threatened !When she steals your favorite hat or shirtLet her keep it and sleep with it , put some of Your cologne on it , make it a special gift she's takenWhen she teases youTease her back and make her laugh , play with your babygirl , sometimes " littles " tease as a way to get to know DaddyWhen she doesn't answer for a long timereassure her that everything is okay , give her time , she may have a fear of talking to YouWhen she looks at you with doubtBack yourself up , always make sure you're consistent , that builds a firm foundation for her to stand onWhen she says that she loves youSHE REALLY DOES MORE THAN YOU COULD UNDERSTAND!!!When she grabs at your handsHold hers and play with her fingers , " littles " love Daddy's handsWhen she bumps into you;bump into her back and make her laugh , she is seeking attention, give it to herWhen she tells you a secretkeep it safe and untold , even if its a dark secret of hers , she has trusted You to keep itWhen she looks at you in your eyes... Say I love you...

This was written for me by my first real Master. I loved him with all my heart, but left him when things got difficult, because I was still quite untrained and weak. I miss him sometimes.

The Master

The Master is a strong man, a dominant man. He is sure of himself, confident in his place in society. He cherishes females, revels by their presence. He is giving, caring, Loving and understanding. When the Master takes on a new fledgling, he worships her, discovers her, slowly possesses her. He gently pushes her, always ready to show her that she is strong, that her limits are not what she believes them to be, that she can be taken farther. In this, the Master reveals to the fledgling her own confidence, her own levels of self esteem.

As the Master learns his new fledgling, an understanding takes place. He senses her desires, her needs, her passions. With this new knowledge, the Master takes care of the fledgling, always giving what the fledgling needs but not necessarily what she presumes she needs.

It is the Master's responsibility to care for, protect and love his fledgling. If she is sick, he will feed her. If she is exhausted, he will allow her to rest, stroking her hair and she does so. If she is scared, he will comfort her. If she needs affection, he will hold her. These things he does willingly, because her knows her. He understands her as no one else does. He has seen into her soul and held it in his hands. Her mind is his to read, to know. Her body is his to feel. Her heart is his to caress. She becomes his possession. The Master does not take away the fledgling's identity, but allows her to grow into her own being, her own likeness, her submission to him is not a vehicle of punishment or hatred, but one of love and development. She is given the room to come into her own, under her Master's care, like a flower that flourished under the sun's warmth. She radiates from his love and devotion. She becomes a rose; a beautiful being that knows she is loved and cared for.

There is the profile of a Master: strong, able, confident, loving, caring, encouraging, and gentle.

In conclusion, I believe a Master does not mold a sub into what he feels she should be, but allows her the freedom to live and grow under his loving care. She becomes the woman she has always been, deep within her spirit. He takes her gift of submission seriously, knowing that it is not given freely or lightly. He always remembers how precious the gift is, how rare it is, how beautiful it is. For she has given him something that cannot be taken for granted; she has given him the gift of her soul.